Morgan and Rossi had no problem locating Kaitlyn Harris' place of employment. When they arrived at the low, one story office building, they found two local police officers waiting for them.
"The Chief thought you might need some assistance," one of them, whose name badge read Haines, explained. "We have already interviewed these people and might be able to save you some time."
"Saving time is always appreciated," Rossi assured him. "Especially in abduction cases where the first hours are crucial."
"Anything we need to know before we go in?" Morgan asked the officers.
"Not really," the second officer, Lopez, told him. "It is a sales office with an open floor plan where everyone can hear everyone else's business. But, it doesn't seem like anyone heard anything pertinent to Ms. Harris' disappearance."
"We went through Ms. Harris' desk," Officer Haines continued. "And then we instructed everyone not to touch anything until you guys had had a chance to see it."
"What are the other employees like?" Rossi inquired.
"Intense, focused, gun-ho, typical salespeople," Officer Lopez gave his opinion.
"Well, let's get started," Morgan declared, heading towards the door.
When the four men walked through the door and into the office, everyone looked up. Rossi took in the scene at a glance and headed to the receptionist's desk.
"Good morning, Edie," he said, reading her nameplate. "I'm David Rossi, of the FBI." He held up his credentials.
"Derek Morgan," Morgan held his up also.
"And, you remember us," Officer Haines spoke up.
"Oh my yes!" Edie's cheeks were turning a bright pink. "What can I do for you officers? Do you need to speak with Mr. Washington again?"
"Actually, we'd like to start with Ms. Harris' desk," Rossi told her.
"That's no problem," Edie assured him. "It's right over there," she pointed. "Can I get you gentlemen some coffee or water or anything?"
"No, ma'am, we're fine," Morgan assured her as he and the two officers walked over to the indicated cubicle.
Rossi remained in the receptionist's area. "You know Kaitlyn?" he asked her gently.
"Of course!" Edie told him. "I know everyone here."
"What do you think?" Rossi sounded like everyone's favorite uncle. "Is disappearing like this something she would do?"
"Oh, no!" Edie exclaimed. "Kaitlyn was very dependable. Always on time in the morning. Never took a long lunch. No one ever complained about her work. She was just so – so - Normal."
As Morgan stood surveying Kaitlyn's cubicle, one of the sales staff walked over. "Alan Mann," he introduced himself, holding out his hand. "Head of Sales. What can I do to help you?"
Morgan instantly recognized a typical salesman's poise. "Well, you can begin by telling me whether anything on this desk has been removed," he began in an authoritative voice as he shook the man's hand.
"No – Nothing!" Alan declared. "The police said to leave everything as it was, so we did."
"Okay," Morgan was doing a quick survey of the cubicle. "What can you tell me about Kaitlyn?"
"Quiet," Mr. Mann replied. "Got her work done in record time. Actually, she got the work done in about half the time it took her predecessor; and everything was done right the first time. No problem there!"
"You're with the FBI?" The challenge rang out unpleasantly across the cubicles.
"Shut up Melvin," another voice came from the far side of the sales area. "This doesn't concern you."
"An invasion by government agents – They are probably after me," the first voice insisted. "They are probably trying to violate my Second Amendment Rights!"
"Melvin Kingman, don't tell me you brought a gun into this office?" Mr. Mann had turned and was looking at the dissident. "You know we have repeatedly told you our company policy on that!"
"You can't take my guns away!" Melvin continued ranting.
As Morgan glanced over the cubical walls, he could see Melvin pulling out a weapon.